I do not care to clear the air,
I only care that I comprise it.
The scars of a sperm whale.
Dead rats on my breath.
Keep my bullets in your head.
Existence is a storm,
and to be is to weather.

I do not care to clear the air,
I only care that I comprise it.
The scars of a sperm whale.
Dead rats on my breath.
Keep my bullets in your head.
Existence is a storm,
and to be is to weather.